Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.